Tuesday, December 30, 2014

All the Tops in the Same Hole -- The Gangbang

Detroit—October, 2014

My third and final
example of all the tops in the same hole came right at the end of the month in
a much more traditional way: A gangbang.

Bob has appeared often
in these posts. He has taken dick in
Detroit, at the CLAW play parties and he was my IML roommate in 2013. Each time we have met it has been with
multiple guys using his hole. He is
worthy of the effort to find them. He’s
not a quick pump and dump pig. It’s not
about the cum for him—he wants a great fucking before the load is taken and
appreciated. Bob is just a little younger than I, with dark hair on his
head and everywhere else on his body.
His ass is talented and he knows how to milk cock. He is anything but a passive bottom.

So once again he decided to get out of
his native Cleveland to find new cock.
He checked into a Detroit hotel at the airport. I joined him by 8 o’clock that evening.

Bob is on all
fours on the bed. His jock frames the
hairy mounds of his ass cheeks perfectly.
My tongue is deep in his hole. I
am naked but for jock and boots. My cock
has not been in him yet, but I’m tasting load.
I tell him so.

“Two loads” he
corrects me. “One right after the other
just before you got here.”

“Were they here
together?” I ask, as I lap some of their mixed semen out of his ass.

“N-no.” Bob is beginning to pant. “One went out as
the other came in.” He moans in the back
of his throat. “Fuck their cum deeper up
my gut.”

With one last
lick and spit, I stand up an insert my drooling cock. My dick loves a loaded hole—and the idea of
it sliding through some totally anonymous seed is making me pre-cum even
heavier than usual. I pause with just my
head pushing his tight sphincter open. I
lean forward. My cock pushes through the
cum that was too deep for my tongue. I
slide home, my forest of pubic hair grinding into the hair on his ass. I hold.
And pull slowly out. Really
slowly.

This drives Bob
crazy. He starts begging me to fuck him
hard. I maintain the slow tempo but
finally relent and start driving into his ass.

A knock at the
door.

There are not too
many guys coming tonight. Maybe four
more. We are hoping for quality over
quantity.

I pull out and,
with my hard cock bouncing, go to open the door for the first man. I let in a small framed guy with dark, curly
hair. He’s in his late 30’s or early 40’s. He has olive skin and a Hebraic nose. His beard is trimmed close to his skin.

Simon is a top
after my own heart. The moment he sees
Bob’s round butt on the bed, he stops removing his clothes, gets on his knees
and begins to eat the ass that he will soon be fucking. He finally wills himself to stop rimming Bob
and get the rest of his clothes off. His
white briefs reveal a hard seven incher, cut and drooling. He pushes it right into Bob. I move around and feed Bob my cock. He sucks me, but is soon so busy working his
ass, I pull out and stroke instead.

“Put him
however you want him,” I tell the new arrival.

Simon
nods. Soon he asks Bob to get on his
back. Simon clambers up on the bed and
hoists Bob’s ankles to his shoulders.
And pushes his wet cock right back in.

“That feels
great,” groans Bob.

“You like that?”
Simon asks. “I just started fucking men.” Bob’s eyes light up. He likes this idea. “I just got divorced…and found out I love a
man’s ass.” Bob must have given Simon’s
cock a mighty squeeze with his chute, for Simon groans and re-doubles his
fucking tempo.

A knock at the
door.

I open it.

I recognize the
guy but can’t quite place him. He nods
to me, comes in and strips as he watches the fuck on the bed. It’s once I see the big uncut dick I know who
it is—it’s the man from the double gangbang I called Mr. Uncut. His hooded cock is every bit as big as
mine. He’s stocky, but not fat. His short hair is rather ginger-ish. He remembers my mouth cleaning him up after
each of his two loads. He puts a hand on
my shoulder, so I’ll kneel and get him hard.
I do just that—paying a lot of attention to working my tongue under his
copious foreskin.

“Do you want to
fuck him?” Simon asks.

Mr. Uncut nods
and gets on the bed. I persuade Simon to
let me clean his cock. He’s unsure of
this, but let’s me. By the time he pulls
out of Bob a second time, he understands the pleasure derived for both of us
and presents it without any prompting.

Mr. Uncut fucks
hard from the moment he’s in Bob. When he
finally needs a break, he pulls out and I fuck my dick into Bob’s rather puffy
hole.

So we go in
rotation.

Simon, Mr.
Uncut, me with Bob on all fours.

Simon, Mr.
Uncut, me with Bob on his back.

Bob rides
Simon, Mr. Uncut and me. I lick Simon’s
balls as Bob rides. For a moment I think
I have created too stimulation and he’ll blow, but he doesn’t.

Simon wants Bob
on his back again. He tells us he likes
to see Bob’s eyes as he fucks. I pull Mr.
Uncut over to the other bed and eat his ass—giving Simon some privacy.

That does it. “Can I really cum in your ass?”

“Ye—” grunts
Bob. But he never finishes the
word. Simon is obviously, noiselessly,
shooting his load into him.

When Simon
rolls off him, Bob gets on all fours for me.
Simon watches me felch—a look of
awe and pleasure on his face. “I’ve
never seen that—even in movies.”

‘He needs to
watch better porn,’ I think as I dig my tongue in deeper.

I swallow. “I’ve saved some for you to fuck in,” I tell Mr.
Uncut.

He grins and
dives in. Simon sits on the other bed
and watches. Mr. Uncutis bucking a load, rather noisily, into
Bob in no time.

I felch again,
but not for long. I rear up and deliver
the third load—the fifth overall.

Mr. Uncut has
never gone soft. Once again, he’s good
for two and gives Bob number six.

I look at the
clock on the computer. We’ve been
playing for over two hours. No one else
is likely to show up.

From My Side of the Sling

I have written and sent my sexual exploits to certain friends for years. With their encouragement, I have finally decided to post them for a wider audience. Everything in the stories is how it happened--with some names changed.